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Septiembre 05, 2006

Donkeys and Unleavened Baked Goods

Today's highlight:

Woman walks into The Minuteman and asks for an item. I look for it, realize that it's not easily findable with our database, the manager standing next to me agrees so I head to the floor to look for it with her.

On the way there the customer TELLS ME SHE KNOWS THIS ITEM DOESN'T EXIST.

But I keep looking for her item.

When I don't find what she's looking for she berates me and The Minuteman for not carrying what she wanted and bemoans how the store "has really gone downhill."

WHAT?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!

YOU SAID THAT YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WANTED DIDN'T EXIST!

THE FUCK?

That is all.

Septiembre 04, 2006

Milestones

Right now I'm trying to figure out how to live my life and work at The Minuteman. We'll see how that goes. More on that tomorrow...or the next day, we'll see.

Two things, though.

First, tonight is the 11th anniversary of the beginning of the Monday Night Wars. I didn't realize it until I saw the "This Week in Wrestling History" segment on tonight's Raw.

It's funny, 11 years ago tonight I was in my room with Gunder, wondering what the hell 'Mente was doing watching wrestling. Little did I know then that the events of that night would forever change my life, lead me to Kansas and...well, you know the rest.

Though...I think I'm sad that I'll never really get to write the definitive history of that particular saga. And don't say "never say never." Cuz, well, I'm really never gonna write it. Too painful.

Also, Steve Irwin...The Crocodile Hunter died.

Someone came into The Minuteman today really broken up about it. I don't know how to feel about that.

I wish I had more time to expound on that, but I don't.

Septiembre 02, 2006

Bizarre Love Triangle

Amongst the many things I've had bouncing around my head is the bizarre love triangle that's cropped up on For Better or For Worse.

I know, I know, I'm a freaky-assed loser. But ever since the days of Degrassi Junior High, I've been a sucker for Canadian melodrama.

OK, so in case you haven't been following (ie- you're not Alphasarah) Liz (the middle daughter) has moved home, leaving a boyfriend (Paul) back north. But, back in the city, her ex-bf (Anthony) is now a divorced single father with unresolved issues for Liz. OK, let's face it they have unresolved issues with each other...which is one of the reasons Anthony's skank-ho ex walked out on him and the kid. A minor one, to be sure, cuz she was just a selfish bitch from the moment she appeared on the scene, but if Anthony and Liz end up together, you have to admit, chick might have been Katherine Harris crazy, but she was right.

Right, anyway I'm not sure how this is all going to go down. There's been a really slow burn on this storyline and with word filtering down from Alphasarah that the strip is actually drawing to a close...damn, like, how's this gonna end?

I mean, on one hand you'd like for Liz to end up with Mr. (Paul) Wright, the Dudley Do-Right wannabe up north. But, then again I'd kinda like to see her close to home at the end with Anthony cuz we've been waiting for that payoff for a really long time. But, how cheesy would it be to end with that payoff, yknow? Plus, I don't like the idea of Liz becoming a stepmother to this kid. Just, doesn't feel right. And why shouldn't Paul end up with the woman who replaced Liz up north? Like, they were childhood friends, kinda like Liz and Anthony without all the craziness. So, like, that'd be a good ending. Or, maybe she ends up with the helicopter pilot who just sorta randomly shows up...then again, maybe not. Cuz, like if he's such a flaky dude that he only shows up now and again when he has time...I don't think I want Liz with that guy.

Is it messed up that I care this much about a comic strip?


New Favorite Dude

This dude, I love. No, not Ken Starr. The dude who held up a "Bonghits for Jesus" sign. Pure brilliance, yo. Though, I have to admit, as I was reading this article, I was really, really disappointed that the kid hadn't started up an organization that actually took bonghits for Jesus. Though, I guess this way it's a much more elegant challenge of the First Amendment as it relates to schools.

Still though. Bonghits for Jesus. That's funny.

Septiembre 01, 2006

Idiot of the Month

Right, so did anyone else hear about the guy who was arrested on felony charges of disorderly conduct when he told TSA officials at O'Hare that he had a bomb in his carry-on luggage.

Only, it wasn't a bomb. It was part of his penis pump.

Yup, Idiot of the Month right there. Give him a hand folks, I'm sure he'd really appreciate it.

The dude's 29 and he was going to Turkey with his mother and when the TSA people inspected his carry on he freaked out- cuz he didn't want his mother to know he had a penis pump.

Here's my thing, I don't care how old you are having your mom find your penis pump is embarrassing...so why even bring it with you on vacation?

Or, if you NEED to have it, then put it in your checked baggage. How big an idiot do you have to be to think that no one's gonna go through your carry-on baggage? It's not like this guy just spent a month in the Boundary Waters or something, he's from Skokie. I'm sure they have newspapers and TV and internet in Skokie, right?

Best part, though? The best part is how he doesn't think owning a penis pump is unusual, he even sounds like bad SPAM when he talks about it "It's normal, half of America they use it."

Dude, this guy SOUNDS like the Junk Mail folder.

So, if it's normal, why was he embarrassed to tell his mom and who the hell are his friends if half of America has a penis pump?

Cuz, like, I don't think any of my guy friends own mechanical masturbation devices...the women on the other hand...

Viva La Raza?

Aztecs Butchered, Ate Spanish Invaders- The Aztec empire left a legacy of art and violence that is still being discovered. the headline read.

And the link was something that played up the cannibalism even more.

I really don't know how to feel about this story.


OK, so I know how I feel about one piece of it. I'm not too thrilled with the way that the article frames cannibalism as the primary event and the resistance to conquest as secondary. In my mind, the reverse is a MUCH bigger deal. Why couldn't they have titled the article, "Aztecs Resisted Conquest." Yes, I know it's CNN and that's what they do, but seriously, I think there's some cultural bias at work here.

Think about it, the standard (and therefore Anglo-centric) history of the colonization of the new world that we're taught goes like this.

"The Aztecs were more hardcore than any other indigenous people. Then the Spaniards came and the Aztecs, who were smarter than their peers, were dumb enough to let the Spaniards just take over. Then, the Anglos came in and ran the Spaniards right out of town cuz Spaniards are dumber than Anglos. Which means the Anglos had the divine right to take over the rest of the New World."

Yes, this is oversimplified. But I think it speaks to one of the major ways that the conquest of the Americas is justified- because they welcomed us and let us take over the place. So seeing now that the Aztecs resisted conquest in some way complicates this line of defense so CNN reverts to the other classic line- the natives were savage and brutal.

Were they any more savage and brutal than their colonizers? Really?

So I'm excited to see this wrinkle, I'm excited to read about Aztec resistance because it's empowering in ways that make me uncomfortable because as much as I like to point out the Anglo repression of Latinos this story is not one of the Aztecs killing off Brits, it's about them resisting my ancestors.

If anything, this is a reminder that my people were some pretty shitty human beings. I'm not indigenous, I'm not even Mexican. I'm pretty directly descended from the Spaniards who were doing all this colonizing. So, this raises some uncomfortable issues in my head. Yknow? Like how can I be all against Anglo acculturation when, well, the Spanish were pretty rough in their own right?

This question of oppression and colonization, of the many layers and complexities of the issue is something I've been thinking more and more about since moving to New Mexico. In this place, I feel simultaneously more culturally at home and repressed than I have in any other location.

Here, I speak Spanish whenever possible, often to perfect strangers, regardless of where I am. Yet, I hear people I respect refer to the Latin natives of this place as "those people." Never mind that these folks are themselves bumping out the real indigenous people of this place, reminding me that no matter how at home I feel here, it's because my people colonized this place. Kinda like how Anglos feel most everywhere else in this nation...

It's strange, never before has my ability to move and function in different worlds been been as highlighted as it has been here. And I don't know how to feel about it. Most of the time, I respond with an ironic Anthony Bourdain-esque "Viva La Raza." Because, it simultaneously invites, isolates, confuses and comforts. It speaks concisely to the cultural bifurcation that living here causes.

But, if feeling this way is the price for living here, it's well worth it.

Belated Obit.

In case you hadn't noticed, I've been kinda down the last few weeks. As a result, I wasn't blogging much, because, well, I didn't have much to say.

When I'm down the way I was, I keep myself going a million miles an hour with inane shit so I'm too busy to think about how stuff sucks but it's all such dumb shit that I'm filling my days with that there's nothing worth sharing about what I'm doing with my life.

So, I don't blog.

The bike riding started to pull me out of it, and the job situation is pulling me out of it so now I actually feel like writing again and I actually feel like having something to say. So, if you're wondering what the flurry of posts is about. That's what it's about. It's a few weeks worth of pent-up rantings that are just now coming loose.

So...

Maynard Ferguson died last week and I've been remiss in not mentioning it here.

Who was this guy? Well, besides being a great Canadian and jazz trumpet player- he was Seth's idol.

Huh?

Back in my life before I met y'all I was a band nerd. Right about now the IMSAlums on here are coughing and laughing because they thought I was a band nerd when they met me. And the Carls are all like, "dude, you're totally a band nerd, you started the Pep Band dumbass." But really, no. In all those incarnations of the Nenie I was really into that part of my identity, but it was nothing compared to the way I was before I got to IMSA.

In junior high I was a band nerd, and a large part of how I defined myself. So when I went to high school I wanted to continue on with that facet of my identity, and I threw myself into that little world, auditioning for the highest bands, playing in jazz band, hanging out with the coolest of the band geeks...

When I think back on my time at Hoffman, I don't really have many friends that weren't in band with me, and since I was in the higher of the two bands as a frosh, most of my friends were older. Which, again, sounds kinda like the first half of my life as a Carleton student.

The ringleader of the geeky crew I ran with was a guy named Seth. He was a trumpet player who'd switched to euphonium and an all-around ridiculous human being (meant in the most Jen of ways.) And it was through this guy and his buddies that I came to know the music of Maynard Ferguson.

It's hard to think back to that year of my life and not have Ferguson's piercingly beautiful trumpet as the soundtrack and at the time, I never really saw my life existing without Ferguson on the soundtrack.

It's interesting that Ferguson should re-enter my life now since this bout of depression has induced a Hornby-esque bout of "what does it all mean?" that's been aided my myspace....yes, I need help.

Anyway, here's to Maynard Ferguson, an incredibly important part of a chapter of my life that's all too often swept away. Though I haven't really listened to him in close to a decade I think I'm gonna pick up a few of his albums when I have the cash for it and relive 1994.